[h3][color=palegoldenrod]Wes/Likho[/color][/h3]
Wes dropped the slab with a grunt when the girl was free of it. Dusting his hands off, he listened as the others spoke. All the while he scanned the city, looking for Aya. He was almost certain the Healer had some hand in this – the timing was too perfect. Of course the [i]moment[/i] he had a solid lead, something like this happened. He couldn't discount the others being involved in some way.

He pulled his attention back to them to hear two of them discussing something in too cagey a manner.

[color=palegoldenrod]"If someone wants to explain [i]before[/i] we get sniped, that'd be great."[/color] He really didn't have the patience for this [i]you know i know he knows[/i] shit. He bent down and wrenched his staff out from the rubble. [color=palegoldenrod]"Otherwise, I'll just go find Aya on my own."[/color] Let these people deal with this mess. It was [i]their turf[/i] after all.

[h3][color=aquamarine]Aya/Cosmos[/color][/h3]
Aya was frozen, her blood painfully still in her veins as she looked up at the long-nosed mask. Blank, glassy eyes stared back down at her.

A gloved hand reached out to her. She couldn't help but flinch. He waited for a long moment, before curling his fingers once in a beckoning motion. Aya forced her hand up to place it in his. Fingers curled around her in a painless, but inescapable grip. She let him help her to her feet.

[color=DodgerBlue]"There we are."[/color] His voice, honeyed and muffled behind the mask, raised the hair on her neck. She wanted to throw up. [color=dodgerblue]"Let's go find somewhere to enjoy the show, shall we?"[/color] Aya could only walk after him, numb with fear, her hand still trapped in his.